10-03-2015, 05:40 PM
(10-03-2015, 09:23 AM)hannah.h Wrote: Just some scribblings I'd like to get thoughts on- thanks for readingIn your second stanza it seems like a break between the words "warmth" and "in" would better mirror the flow of your poem. shrivelled is spelled shriveled. The line "Would at least mean it was once full." has great content but I feel like the way its worded chopps up the flow of the poem. I feel like you have great material but you may need to work on more the way the poem sounds.
October the First
I long for that longing.
The night’s coldness creeps into me,
The farthest reaches of my body,
And I wish I had someone to wish for.
Someone to ache for.
Someone to bring back the warmth in my fingertips,
Toes,
The tip of my nose.
The lack of hurting hurts,
Despising the emptiness of my bed
Would at least mean it was once full.
The lack of a feeling makes me feel more.
It makes the fall leaves fall harder.
Like the world collapses-
Or at least a world collapses-
As each one tumbles down.
It’s final destination is
Simply the crunch of a step
On the way to
Wherever you are going.
But if I am the leaf,
No shoe has cared enough to notice me,
To come across me,
Even to step on me.
I may be shrivelled and soggy
Before anyone
Even has a chance
To make me crunch.
What I know is,
I can not walk in straight lines unless someone is there
To hold my hand.
And there is no one.

